Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Writing comes in waves.  Sometimes, strong powerful words strike the page with burst of deep meaning, emotion, or a release of a deep passion that's been bottled up inside. Other times, just simple words that are like a nice mellow day.  The currents change, life changes... everything leads to different scenarios and times.

I believe in improvisation - impromptu writing.  The stream-of-consciousness letting the words fly out from within.  The most truth and honesty tend to be reflected in those words, and the most purity. It tends to come from the heart, from the soul, and directly from the mind.  

Editing is important when you want to sell your words, when you want to adjust it to pull people in.  It's an important aspect to writing - but this is not going to be used as a place to sell anything.  It's a release of emotion - passion -anger - love... confusion will reign, and truth will prevail.  

This is my introduction to what will be found in my blog.  What I call Poetry, or Prose... free verse and stories... essays... random thoughts, ideas... consider me a muse, inspiration... or consider me nothing at all.  We all have a voice, we all have words... many of us share them and they're never heard, never read... and some are read every day and it's painful to read such horrid expression.  

What is news but a gossip column?  What is television but a destructive force?  Manipulation runs rampant, and people aren't careful of what they feed their mind.  We can enjoy life, anyway we choose.  We have freedom, at least, perceived freedom.  We're all put into our own box, wrapped up and forced into... are any of us truly ourselves in all situations?  

I try to be, I believe I am... quiet as can be.  I decided I will speak, whatever comes to mind.  I will write whatever my heart decides must be said.  Don't misunderstand, this is strictly for me and my own selfish purpose to alleviate the creative flow that wants to leap out of me.  

Intelligent, or not... poetic, or not... beauty, or ugliness... it matters not except that I write.  That is what I desire... story, essay, thoughts... poems... about politics, about life, about love, about anything and everything... about sex, violence... obsession.  Whatever.  I'll write, and I'll get it out... maybe one out of every hundred may be somewhat impressive... at least, maybe it'll impress me.  

Whether this is read, or not, that's not the point.  Is there a secret hope that someone would find my words interesting, sure.  Will it kill me that no one ever reads it?  No.  I send this out into cyber space with no clue where this will lead.  It's just to write, and this is my introduction.